Seeing her constantly looking at her phone, completely unaware that he had come out, he couldn’t help but frown.
The next second, he lifted his chin and then slowly spoke.
"Come here, help me get dressed." His deep voice carried a habitual command.
His voice rang out, and Summer Shawcross, who was looking at her phone, paused for a moment, thinking she had misheard.
"I’m busy right now, dress yourself!" She pursed her lips and replied, speechless.
He was such a grown man, wasn’t he capable of dressing himself? Why did he need her help?
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the surrounding atmosphere mysteriously turning cold.
Immediately afterwards, the man’s dangerous voice sounded.
"Summer Shawcross, is this what you meant by fulfilling your duties as a wife?" Noah Drexler squinted his eyes, questioning her with a somewhat displeased tone.
A couple of days ago, she had solemnly promised him that she would strive to be a good Mrs. Drexler and fulfill her duties as a wife!
As Noah Drexler’s voice fell, Summer was startled, glancing up at him, and seeing his unpleasant expression, couldn’t help but feel a sense of helplessness.
The duties of a wife she referred to weren’t this, were they?
What she meant was that she would no longer treat him like an enemy, framing him... but genuinely wanted to live well with him.
But unexpectedly, this man was now taking advantage, ordering her around.
Indeed, this man’s domineering and unreasonable nature was just as it was before.
Thinking of this, Summer sighed helplessly, put down her phone, lifted the quilt, and propped herself up to get up.
Seeing her get up, Noah Drexler’s expression improved slightly, patiently standing in place waiting for her, with his upright posture and those long legs, a near-perfect physique, extremely striking.
Summer put on her slippers, got out of bed, and obediently came to stand in front of Noah Drexler, stopping her steps.
Glancing at his open shirt collar, revealing the firm chest beneath, she then extended her hand and seriously started buttoning his shirt.
One button, two buttons...
Noah Drexler lowered his eyes, watching her seriously help him button up, his dark eyes inadvertently flickered...
Her soft fingers inadvertently brushed against his chest, making his heart itch slightly several times, making him want to lean down and kiss her.
"All done!" Summer withdrew her hand, looking satisfied at the white shirt on his body.
Noah Drexler pursed his thin lips and then handed the tie draped over his arm to her.
Seeing the black tie he handed over, Summer felt a bit troubled, pursing her lips and honestly said.
"Uh... I don’t know how to tie a tie."
She remembered that the butler had seemed to teach her how to tie Noah Drexler’s tie, but she used to only have hatred for him in her heart, so she didn’t bother to learn those things and had never cared about it.
Seeing her frown in distress, Noah Drexler’s cold and stern face couldn’t help but soften a bit.
"I’ll teach you!" He moved his thin lips, his voice unconsciously a bit softer than usual, something even he himself didn’t notice.
Summer, still shocked, found her hands already being held by the man’s large ones.
Then... his slender fingers hooked hers... step by step, teaching her how to tie the tie.
This time, Summer wasn’t lazy; she watched carefully, not noticing that the gaze of this outwardly cold man was now so soft it was almost turning to water.